Its the life of a time when the night takes your mind
I'm ready and fine
but I wish not resign.
At two forty two
I feel you........
Your inflictions within my veins
And angels praying in the Genesis...
if I didn't know better, you are my darkest nemesis
I invented this
So I have the immunization...
I paid my dues and disabled the time it took to take one
Fool
And catch him by the toe...
I wouldn't rise above the cause for the sake of tomorrow
I dare not lie in cave
With father close to grave
Wine by his side to incase a son
or Sarah being passed to the Egyptians
if it was my luck... my Isaac'd be slung
With a blessing left and a lamb
Hiding silently on both knees knelt by a tree
was the same angel that cried when you took it
Privately
I'd maintain the right to be a Christian
And pray for forgiveness my past inflections
That my past and deadly ghost may not haunt my Genesis
and the Proverbs will bring me peace
Psalms, tranquility of still waters
And a Revelation I can wake up from.
